either i’m wrong or i’m perfectly right every time

by Kate

I tend to freak out.

Uh.

Something happened last night with GT. And I don’t know how to say it here without scaring some of the more delicate members of my reading audience (sometimes a few dozen a day!) so let’s just say that I was upset by something that GT sent me. And he wasn’t expecting me to freak out, but freak out I did.

So now I’m wondering whether he’s going to call it quits with me, and I hope he doesn’t, but… meh. I feel like I’m being jerked around, and that’s one thing I really don’t need right now. You either want me or you don’t. There’s a point where flirting becomes cruel. There’s a point where self-revelation is kind of callous if you’re not willing to back it up with actual intimacy. I can’t sustain being in this much of a tizzy over someone who can’t get in touch with his own emotions to figure out what he wants from me.

He’s not a bad guy, and I don’t want to paint him as such. But I don’t think he’s ready to take me on, and if he doesn’t decide soon whether he’s willing to try, I’m going to decide for him. I’ve given him an out.